#but today is not that day -___-
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lindholmline · 22 hours ago
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IT ISNT OVER UNTIL I SEE GROWN MEN CRY
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rebelsafoot · 5 months ago
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and then they did both
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githling · 10 months ago
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i headcanon that young gith have floppy useless ears like baby german shepherds.
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thefloatingstone · 1 year ago
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Whenever I worry I am making them too OOC for the sake of a joke I remind myself that the Citadel DLC exists.
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drrav3nb · 8 months ago
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CHYNA & EDDIE GUERRERO + rose kisses
(cred to FullWithDivas for the videos!)
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kelpo-cereal · 4 months ago
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Secret keepers
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andorerso · 1 year ago
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#their eye-contact game is unbeaten
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xshrimpcake · 1 year ago
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macni-art · 11 months ago
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lenabobina · 2 months ago
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1989 — Deutsche Demokratische Republik (x)
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icaruspendragon · 2 months ago
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anyway here’s a poem i don’t really like/can’t figure out how to fix so it’s probably not gonna make it into the next book but you guys can read it if you want
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andy-clutterbuck · 1 year ago
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requested by Anonymous
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puppyguppy · 6 months ago
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You've been down this damn aisle way too long. Despite not having actually checked the time, you just know it. You can feel it. You've seen others come and go; grab what they need, like a pillow or some new sheets, then leave. But not you. Since apparently, choosing a new mattress has solidified itself as a life or death sort of situation inside of your head. It shouldn't have been this hard -- wouldn't be this hard, if you hadn't seen the sale going on. They're offering the next size up for the price of the next size down. So, like -- you could get a king, for the price of the queen you'd come here for. You've almost always had a queen, at least since being a teenager. And a queen is fine, a queen is good, just enough space for you to roll around some, pick a cooler side if need be, with a corner or two left open for the pet you might actually own someday. All in all, a queen is perfect, so really, there's no need to upsize. You've never even considered it until now. It just seems kind of stupid to turn down such a deal. More comfort, for less? But then...you'll need new sheets. A new comforter. A new duvet. Hell, might as well just get a whole new set for the whole new mattress, right? And, it doesn't make much sense to put old pillows on a new bed, so -- "They never tell you that beds will be one of your biggest battles in adulthood." You jolt, startled out of your spiraling thoughts by a deep, rich mumble. You hadn't noticed the man you've been sharing the aisle with for...gods, you hope it wasn't long. Long enough for him to piece together the puzzle of your struggle, though. You shake off the little scare with a laugh, the feeling only lingering in the goosebumps down your arms. "It wasn't supposed to be this hard. I came here with a plan, believe it or not." The stranger hums, and while he seems to peruse the options, you take a quick few seconds to, well. Peruse him. Tall, dark, and handsome is the gist. Wavy hair thrown half up his head, like maybe he'd been in a hurry, or working out, or just woken up. A bit unkempt, but not unattractive. Stalky, scruffy, and decked out in all colors almost black despite the season. At least they seem loose, everywhere except for where his hands are shoved into his pockets, straining the fabric slightly, and you can't help but wonder -- "One should always have a Plan B. Even maybe C through Z." You laugh again, because really, this is ridiculous, and you should just grab the goddamn bed you'd come here for. Mattresses shouldn't require complex mathematics, an entire alphabet's worth of backup plans, or the entire length of the human emotional spectrum. "Yeah, yeah," you huff, now a bit embarrassed. You're a grown ass adult and yet you feel like you've just been scolded by a highschool teacher or something. "The sale just caught me off guard. I don't want to regret it if I just settle for a queen and miss the chance. Besides, if I get a king and don't like it, I can always just return it, right?" The man shrugs. "Or you could save yourself the trouble. It's not like your room is big enough for a king." You laugh for a third time, because oh, oh my god, he's right. Here you've been fretting and stressing (and honestly? sweating) over beds, when really, there was never a choice. There was just the illusion of choice. You got excited over a sale, about the possibility of an upgrade, and completely forgot about the very real dimensions of your bedroom. And why you've stuck with a queen. "Fuck, you're so right. I couldn't possibly fit a -" You stop. You stop and blink. Because he is right. The goosebumps from just minutes ago shoot straight down to your toes. You swallow, saliva thickening in your throat like cement. "...How do you know that?"
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mispelled · 7 months ago
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Ageless nonbinary jester kids with too much power
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senseearly · 12 days ago
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Amidst all the prussia angst, i like to think that modern day prussia is the equivalent of a tired old man who just got retired. Like he wakes up mid day, goes to bed late at night. He spends his days in the garden, or at the park, or some new class he signed up online. Revisits all the places he hasnt gone for a while or hobbies he stopped because of work.
And as he does all of these you can hear in the background the stressed screeching from germany, or the nonstop stream of complaints from spain and france, or the groans from the nation hes visiting. He just sips his beer, and yep, heard that, been thru that; sorrows, prayers. He does not miss the stress of being/working as a nation.
And when some reps from germanys bosses come to prussia to ask his help/insights on some stuff, hes like beats me, idk what to do with that, hey do u know whats the four letter word for rooster?
Idk i just like the idea of prussia (literally) living the rest of his days in comfort and fun. Like hes done so much in his life, and while hes technically dissolved, it wasnt all that bad, u know?
And honestly, given how hes been thru literal centuries, lazing around in his younger brother's house for the rest of his life isnt the worse way to go
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andro-dino · 19 days ago
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there’s a lotta clips I’ve been saving during my rewatch of icebound but I just really wanna take a minute to appreciate this one from ep 24 bc this little interaction has never left my mind since I first saw it and I need more people to acknowledge how fucking cute this was
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